Thursday—08.40 A.M.
The Sound of Silence, well, not exactly. It wasn’t Simon and Garfunkel, and there was plenty of noise outside, just no music in the car today. Evan wasn’t in the mood. He was thinking, brooding more like.
He checked the time. He should have left earlier today, he knew that. Was he subconsciously delaying his arrival times these days just in the hope of a cheap few seconds thrill with the bumiliscious boy? This was getting beyond a joke. No, he thought, dismayed, it was nothing to do with that. He had screwed up over Antonio. Maybe he should just swear off guys for a bit, have some downtime.
Yes, time for a detox. Concentrate on work. Eat better. Get fitter. He’d play in that footie game with the lads on Saturday. He had missed the last few weeks, time to get back t
